Mistake (Chapter 4)

Clark was in hell. He had been trapped in the giantess's ass for over half an hour and he was soaked. His right arm was still tangled in the now drenched, twisted panties, holding him tightly up against the woman's moist skin. The heat radiating off if her body was concentrated and contained between the colossal ass cheeks on either side of the boy, baking him in the crevice. His body was sopping with her slick, salty sweat and it had long since stopped stinging his damaged arm.

In fact, while he couldn't see the stump, he was pretty sure that it had sealed itself up, and he could feel something where his arm had been, slowly getting longer, like it was growing back. He had read something about being invulnerable when he is as shrunk, but he had thought that this would mean he was indestructible. Not that he would be torn apart and grow back.

His face was still squished between two of the myriad folds in the titanic young woman's anus, and as she had run, it was twitching more and more frequently. Clark had given up yelling for help, knowing full well that she could not hear him. Instead, as he felt his body get wetter and wetter with her foul ass sweat, he prayed that her run would soon be over.

Lucy continued for another mile, looping back around until she was back in her street. She finally slowed down as she reached the gate to their house, stopping on the curb and leaning over with her hands on her knees, gasping for breath.

She had really pushed herself that morning and was herself wet throughout from her efforts. She felt the slippery fluid in her crotch and under her arms and smiled, happy with her efforts. Her abs hurt from the relentless pace she had set for herself and she put a hand on them as she remained doubled over.

Clark shrieked as the giantess's ass pushed out behind her and the column of her tangled panties was sucked right up against her sweaty arse. His whole body, barely a quarter the size of Lucy's enormous anus, was smothered against the firm flesh as it ballooned out due to her position.

As she remained there, gasping, Clark was busy fighting for his own breath, pressed into her powerful sphincter, with the wet fabric surrounding him. At least it couldn't get any worse.

PFFFRRRRRRRRRRR.

The nearly solid blast of sweltering, fetid gas erupted so suddenly that Clark didn't have time to register what was happening. He was pushed out against the panties, carried by the power of the jet, but the heavy fabric held him in place, forcing him to remain directly in the path of the column of disgusting fumes. He had opened his mouth to scream, but all it accomplished was providing an opening for the noxious gas to enter his punt body, burning his insides.

Lucy blushed a little, but was sure enough that no one was around to smell her as she let out a long, smelly fart. She could feel the gas parting her thick ass cheeks, which was no small feat, and she was glad that she hadn't been inside to release it. As soon as her body was done, her sphincter snapped shit and she straightened up, clenching her glutes instinctively.

Unfortunately, Clark had been pushed just far back enough to be just outside the narrow slit of safety at the base of her crack. The mountainous walls clamped shut around him and he felt an indescribable sensation: being crushed alive. His pathetic body exploded, provided little resistance against Lucy's massive bum. The little red drop of mush that had been his body was no larger than a dimple in her meaty rump, and as the glutes relaxed, he remained stuck to the inside of her left cheek.

***

Lara raised her head from her book as her housemate slammed the front door. She heard the brunette kick off her shoes and start stomping up the stairs.

'Good run?' she asked.

'Alright,' Lucy shouted back, 'Just gonna hop in the shower.'

Lara decided not to mention that she had already put the washing on, choosing to broach the subject when her housemate had cooled down.

At the top of the stairs, Lucy peeled off her sweater, letting it fall to the ground. She caught a whiff of the musk from her armpits. She wrinkled her nose, laughing at her own perspiration. She stripped off her sports bra and released the drenched garment as well. Her breasts sagged down against her chest, and she felt the thick coating of sweat that was trapped in the fold beneath them. She rolled her socks off with her feet before tugging down her shorts to add them to the pile.

Clark had long since lost consciousness, and his squashed remains were swept up by her panties as they rode up her ass once again, wiping him up like a stain as they squelched against Lucy's butthole. The giantess straightened back up and tucked her thumbs into the waistband of the black underwear.

With a firm rug, she pulled the twisted material out of her ass crack. The slick, sweaty cheeks squeezed the cotton, rubbing as much of the perspiration onto it as they could. Clark's bloody remains were mixed in with the girls fluids as the pants finally exited her deep crevice. She let the sweat-soaked rag fall to her ankles and stepped out of them, standing stark naked and glistening in the early morning light. She didn't care that her nude, beautiful form was clearly visible through the landing window, and that she was at that moment giving their elderly neighbor the show of his life.

She left her clothes in a heap as she skipped into the bathroom to have a shower. As the door shut, and Clark was left in silence, entombed in the disgusting sheet. He was dead for all intents and purposes, but his body was moving. The biggest clump of mushed meat was vibrating. As the unaware goddess showered, her insignificant victim was starting to take shape again. His internal organs formed first, like a sick bag of flesh. The thin skin covering him suddenly erupted with five stumps as his head, arms and legs started to take shape, morphing into some semblance of a human form, albeit one that was less than half a centimeter tall.

He suddenly came to as his head finished forming. His eyes burst open in the bright light of the landing. He screamed in pure agony as he glanced down to see the mangled corpse attached to his neck, bulging and growing like a separate, living creature. The pain he felt was unimaginable, and he couldn't understand why the inventor of the shrinking device would have made it so that he would endure this horrific torment. Little did he know that the device was made as much for the shrinker, as the shrunken.

He was laying on his back, on top of the twisted back of the giantess's panties, discarded like a used toy on the ground. He stared up at the textured ceiling, thousands of miles above him. Clark didn't think he had ever seen something so high in the air, short of the moon maybe. The light bulbs was the size of a large house, hanging by a cord in the heavens.

Clark writhed on the giantess's panties, his groans not reaching a single ear. He still couldn't move, and he was starting to really worry about how he was going to get help. Surely Amanda would be home soon, although if she tried to message him, she would get no reply.

Clark considered trying to get to his phone, but it was on Amanda's desk, and he couldn't think how he'd be able to get to it. Anyway, how would he even work it if he could reach it? He was far too small to be able to get any kind of help on his own. No, he would need to recruit one of Amanda's housemates to help him until she arrived. He has already gotten far too familiar with Lucy, but maybe he could get close enough to her face to get her attention.

He hadn't seen Lara yet, but remembered her voice from earlier, he didn't remember what she looked like from the few times he had seen her, but he prayed that he was at least a little more petite than the huge 19-year-old.

A sound caught his attention and he craned her neck to the side to look at the raised bannister of the staircase.

Thump. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

The pounding footsteps slowly grew louder and closer as the enormous top of a blonde head of air appeared on the stairs. Clark was looking at the huge creature between the white bars of wood. A stunning face materialized beneath the blonde locks, with dazzling, aquamarine eyes. High cheekbones and cherry red lips completed her face as she ascended from below, and Clark opened his mouth to yell for her attention as her three-story ear came level with the landing.

'HEY! HELP ME !' Clark cried, but he had missed his chance. With one step, the giantess's head shot into the air and just like that, she was out of earshot. The boy's weak pleas stopped as he realized their futility. He contented himself instead with watching as the blonde's enormous breasts came into view. The bouncing pair of planets jutted so far in front of her chest, that Clark thought she must not have been able to see her lap. The black t-shirt did little to hide her buxom figure, but as she continued to climb the steps, the same could not be said about her jeans.

While her's was nowhere near the magnitude of Lucy's, the firm, round orbs were as big as hotels in Clark's eyes. Her toned, limber legs carried her to the landing and her huge, bare feet shook the ground where she walked. The helpless boy looked over at the giantess's massive toes, each one longer than he was and several times as thick. The neatly pedicured Mails were too high for him to see the tops of, but from the side, he could just about make out the even coat of light pink varnish.

He looked up her immense body now, and knew instantly that she would not notice him, although the goddess did glance down at the pile of clothes that he was on top of. At that moment, the bathroom door swung open, and a stark naked Lucy stepped out.

'Lucy, you can't just leave your clothes … oh for fucks sake! At least wear a towel,' Lara gasped, averting her eyes from her housemate's breasts, but finding little comfort in having looked down. Her hairy bush was too shocking for Lara to take her eyes off of it.

'Why don't you just stop staring at my cunt then?' Lucy snapped, shifting her weight onto one leg, causing her whole body to wobble.

Far below the goddesses, Clark stared up at the magnificent display. In particular, he was drawn to the huge, nude body of the brunette that had imprisoned him earlier. Her hair was tied up high on her head, but the tufts that remained on her crotch and under her arms were still as large as forests, suspended at strange angles on the mountainous figure. Her broad, curvy hips and chunky thighs looked terrifying and inviting all at once.

Her skin was tanned, but a pale patch around her pussy revealed her true skin color. The youthful skin was speckled with goosebumps as she stood on the drafty landing.

'God, just go get dressed,' Lara huffed, keeping her eyes closed as she grabbed the bannister to make her way to her room.

Clark opened his mouth in horror as the blonde's enormous foot rose over him. The ridged, white skin spread out for acres on all sides, and it was evident to him that he wasn't going to be able to get away from it. The colossal limb hovered overhead for an instant, before rushing down to meet him.

He was mid turn, looking away from the titan, when her immense sole knocked him to the ground. It was so fast, that he didn't even have time to fall, his body compressing vertically in the blink of an eye. The last thing that Clark felt was his neck snapping and his spine stabbing out of his back, before everything went black.

'Ewww, it's wet!' Lara squealed, as she stomped on her housemate's discarded underwear. Her toes recoiled from the cool, moist surface, totally oblivious to the miniature man she had just obliterated. As her foot rose, the blood-red remains of the boy were carried with it, nothing more than a tiny stain on her foot.

'Just … ugh!' the blonde shouted, exasperated by her still, jarringly naked friend's behaviour. She stomped into her room and slammed the door, the force reverberating along the walls. She fumed as she heard Lucy chuckled outside, as she kicked her clothes into her room before getting dressed.

Sometimes, Lara wanted to scream, and she felt a pang of loneliness: Amanda always mediated so well. She missed the calming voice of reason that could somehow translate between the brunette and her, who practically spoke different languages. Giving herself time to cool off before her first online lecture, she hopped onto her bed and opened her laptop, lying on her stomach and curving her back upwards. She started scrolling down a Buzzfeed article as she tried to push Lucy's nude form out of her mind, inadvertently distracting herself from the bubbling mess that was taking shape on her sole.